YAY! I have a beta for this story (Akuno_Hikari), so hopefully it'll come out even BETTER! :3 So excited…aren't you? Anyway I am thinking about making a deadline for myself…like by every other Friday I'll post a chapter. I think it'd keep me up to date.

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She raised me as our parents worked, and protected me from the neighborhood bullies. She taught me to cook rice, and she taught me how to play soccer. She taught me everything I knew. And even when I treated her like trash, or got angry because of something stupid, she always forgave me with a smile.

My sister means everything to me.

So when a certain red haired demon threatens my sister, telling me telepathically, no less, that if I don't comply with his requests, that she may be harmed, it is also natural that I will to do whatever it takes to protect her.

"How far do we have to go to talk?" I snapped, tapping my finger on my crossed arms.

"Far enough so that there is no chance of interference. Should a human hear our conversation, I'd have to erase their memories. And that is a rather annoying situation I'd rather not have to go through." He led me deep into the nearby woods, and didn't turn to even spare me a single glance.

I looked back towards the fading lights of the city, wondering if Mitsuki was still mad at me. We didn't have a chance to talk after school (not that Mitsuki would want to).

The demon had told me to meet him as soon as possible, or else Mitsuki may have an 'accident.'

"You seem troubled." He spoke, breaking the silence as he flipped red strands of hair over his shoulder.

"No shit." I growled back. "You only threatened to kill my sister." Finally, he looked at me, although it was at the corner of his eye.

"No," He said in rebut, "Not kill. I am far more humane than that."

I laughed sarcastically. "Right…so says the demon thief Yoko Kurama."

He stopped walking, and turned to me, his eyes glowing green. "You forget that I too live amongst the humans. I also have learned and empathized with their emotions." He turned slightly, casting his gaze at the ground. "…I wouldn't be doing this if I had another choice."

Before I could say anything, another voice called Kurama.

"So, this is the brat?" Kurama and I both turned, spotting a large man walking up to us. It was easy to see that he was another demon; low class, but a demon nonetheless.

"Goki." Kurama acknowledged. His voice seemed colder, and his eyes iced over with a sense of loathing.

"Is Hiei not here yet?" The giant grumbled, "I'm tired of waiting."

"Hiei?" I repeated. I had heard about him; the fire demon that possessed the Evil Eye. Unlike Goki, he was powerful, and I wasn't scared to admit that I had no chance against him.

"We're meeting Hiei? Why?"

"You still haven't explained it to the fool, Kurama?" A dark shadow dropped out of a close tree, and stood to reveal the red eyes of Hiei. "Perhaps Goki should have gone to get him, after all."

"I will explain it to him, now." Kurama replied, his eyes sharp. "Do not forget, Hiei, that I too can get angry."

The two glared at each other as I stood in shock and confusion in between. "What…what do you want from me?" The three turned to me, and Kurama cleared his throat, taking a step forward.

"We…want to steal three artifacts from the Reikai. And we want you to help."

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The students spread out for lunch as I immediately turned my head to the door. Many other students ventured to our room, but not the one person I wanted.

"Again, Jun-chan?"

Juichi usually came by to see me, at least for a minute or two, during lunch. Recently, though, he hadn't been coming at all.

I sighed, wondering why my brother had become so distant—especially since we had only become closer after he had saved me two weeks ago.

I wonder if it has to do with these new friends of his…

Ever since he made those 'new friends,' Juichi had become distant, and often times too busy to do anything with me. He got home late, and left for school early. He never mentioned these playmates at home, and refused to bring them anywhere near the house.

I sighed, shrugging the feeling of worry and despair off my shoulders. I had to accept that Juichi was a typical middle school boy who yearned for social interaction.

I sat at my desk again and pulled my lunch out. "Ne, ne, Mitsuki-san!" Aoki, the cherry girl of our class, skipped up to my desk.

We had become better friends after I was dumped by the other girls of the class. She was the only girl who still talked to me.

I smiled up to her as she skipped up to me. "Good afternoon, Aoki-san."

"Have you heard?" She asked, sitting at the desk in front of me. I blinked. "Have you heard about the red headed boy? The one with green eyes?"

She didn't even have to say his name. My face turned scarlet, and she grinned in reply.

"So you have heard of him! Minamino Suuichi!"

"Y-yeah…" I said, scratching the back of my head. "A couple of weeks ago, I almost crashed into him…literally."

Her eyes widened. "You're kidding me." When I shook my head, she took my hands in hers. "You're so lucky!"

I shook my head violently as I turned red. "I-I've only met him once!"

"Well that's once more than I have." She complained, leaning her chin on her hand. "You know, there are girls at the high school that go so far as to set up little traps for him, but he escapes them every time." She eyed me, "And you were lucky enough to meet him by chance."

I, calming myself down with a sigh, shook my head again. "It wouldn't have been a meeting at all, had I paid attention to where I was going." We paused the conversation to open our lunches.

I was just regular a third year, at a regular public middle school, with regular grades. Suuichi was a first year genius, at the famous Meiou high school, with top notch grades.

I wore a white and blue sailor fuku, while he wore the prestigious purple and yellow striped uniform.

He had looks that were angelic as well as a flowing voice and gentle manners. I had plain brown eyes and plain brown hair, with a high pitch voice and barely any chest.

It was true; me, of all people, meeting the Minamino Suuichi on the street was unbelievable and could only be classified as a coincidence.

As I started eating, Aoki stared me down. "What would you do…if you found out that he had planned to run into you?"

My face lit up like a Christmas tree. Aoki waited for my reply to the theory as I covered my bright cheeks. "W-what on earth are you saying? Minamino-san would never like a girl like me!" I put my chop sticks down as I chewed on my lower lip, my appetite gone. Aoki grinned to my reaction.

"You call yourself plain…but your reactions are so cute!" When I only fumbled with my hands in my lap, she leaned her cheek onto her hand and bent towards me. "Well maybe you'll meet him again. I've heard that he's been hanging around our middle school recently."

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I stared out the window, my head in the clouds.

Minamino Suuichi. Why did he leave such an impression?

One. It only took one meeting to knock me off my feet. I couldn't get him out of my head, especially after Aoki had mentioned that that the tiny, puny, little chance I had with him could possibly be, well, possible.

I sighed, shaking the thought out of my mind. A meeting by chance would not change that I was plain, and Suuichi was…Suuichi. Despite what I wanted.

It'll go away in time.

Besides, this crush was the last thing that I needed to think about. I was worried about Juichi, and he beat Suuichi in that race easily.

"Youyuku-san, would you like to come back from the world of daydreams and join the rest of the class?" I jumped as my teacher scolded me from the front of the classroom, and I flushed, nodding as I picked up my book.

"Y-yes sir!"

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"Jun-chan, can we talk?" I asked, walking into his classroom as the day came to an end. He, who was already packing his bag, glanced quickly at me before continuing.

"Sorry, Onee-san. I'm really busy today. I'll talk to you when I get home."

I crossed my arms, looking to the side for a moment. "But…I really want to talk to you now."

Juichi pitched his backpack over his shoulder and turned to leave. "I'm sorry but I really can't—"

When he noticed my upset face, he sighed, taking a step back to stand beside me. "Please don't be mad. It's just that I already agreed to meet with someone after school today."

"One of your friends, again?" I asked. He nodded, and I raised my crossed arms from my waist to my chest in frustration. "I want to meet them. Take me with you."

"Onee-san," he said, sighing, "they're a bunch of guys. There's no way I'm letting you meet them."

And, suddenly, I felt okay with that.

That's right. I felt just fine that Juichi went out without me; that he went to hang out with these friends that he hadn't even introduced me to.

I sighed before smiling. "You know what? You're right. Who am I to judge your friends?"

Juichi was blinking in confusion. "Y…yeah, that's right."

I shrugged. "So I guess I'll just see you when you get home."

Juichi eyed me with obvious doubt. He leaned down to my height. "Really?"

"Yes, really!" I said patting his cheek, my smile reaching my ears, "I forgot that you were a responsible young man, capable of taking care of yourself."

Juichi grinned, feeling proud. "Oh, well if you say it that way…"

I'm no genius, but I knew Juichi well enough to know that he would drop all suspicions if I inflated his ego.

"Well," I said, waving to him, "I'm going to go walk home with Aoki-san."

"Ah." Juichi nodded, waving back. I turned the corner, grinning as I stretched my hands up in the air.

Juichi thought I was going home.

He thought I'd go and wait for him to return, like a good little girl.

But if you thought that I was going home like he did, you were mistaken. Deeply, deeply mistaken.

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"Where the heck is he going?" I mumbled with an annoyed growl.

Juichi had been walking without taking any turns; I wondered if he had caught me following him.

I dove into an alleyway when Juichi turned with a questioning look. I watched from around the corner and waited for him to continue.

Note to self, don't talk so loud that he can hear you.

He began to walk but abruptly stopped and looked to his left, as if he had been called to. I strained my neck to see what he was staring at.

And then, he walked up to Juichi, a small smile perched on his lips. "Hello, Juichi-kun."

My jaw dropped as I leaned forward, trying to make sure I wasn't mistaken. Of course, with red hair and green eyes like that, I knew I wasn't.

"Minamino Suuichi?"

As if he had heard me, he turned in my direction. I covered my mouth, slamming my back against the alley wall so hard that I let out a gasp.

"What are you staring at?" Juichi asked with a grunt.

"I thought someone said my name." Suuichi explained, slight amusement in his voice.

Dang it! I thought. Didn't I just remind myself not to do that?

I quickly got up, nearly falling by forgetting I had roller blades on, and skated down the alley way.

Once I felt safe I stopped, leaning on my knees to catch my breath. I skated to a nearby park and sat on a bench to think things out.

"When did they become friends?" I held my chin in thought, moving my legs back and forward.

Jun-chan said he had never met Minamino-san before. Maybe they met again and became friends?

Clueless, I leaned my head back and let out a sigh. "I'll just ask him tonight."